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He looked at me and chuckled:
"You really have no experience as an assistant. What I meant by that question is: I haven't eaten yet, so you should ask me what I need."
I hurriedly replied:
" brother Yang, what do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."
He nodded:
"Get me a cup of Americano from Starbucks downstairs, and grab a sandwich while you're at it."
I nodded and headed out.
"Forget it, I'll go with you."
Yang Cheng suddenly called out to me.
Usually calm and composed in front of men, I felt nervous standing next to him in the elevator, my breathing all out of rhythm.
"Miss Gan, are you married?"
Yang Cheng stood beside me, the faint scent of his perfume constantly invading my nostrils.
I felt dizzy, and in my daze, I heard him ask a question.
My heart sank; I didn't say anything, just gently nodded.
"Your husband is lucky to have married you."
I looked up at Yang Cheng and gave a shy smile.
" brother Yang is joking."
Yang Cheng laughed, his eyes curving into crescent moons.
My heart fluttered along with his laughter.
I suddenly realized that my emotions were completely under his control, and it felt a bit unsettling.
"I'm not joking; I really envy your husband for being able to marry such a beautiful and lovely girl," he continued.
I was taken aback; this subtle yet flirtatious approach was something I excelled at.
Could it be that Yang Cheng was trying to...
I lowered my head and stopped responding.
After ordering two cups of coffee, we sat in the corner chatting.
"How's your English?"
Yang Cheng casually asked me.
I blushed and shook my head.
"It's fine, let Human Resources help you enroll in a training course to improve your skills. In our industry, English is fundamental."
I quickly nodded.
"Thank you, Leader."
"There's no need to be so formal with me. As my assistant, the only thing you need to do is keep up with my pace; everything else is secondary."
I hesitated.
" brother Yang, if I don't perform well..."
"Don't worry, I'll naturally help you."
Yang Cheng's deliberately lowered voice was rich and pleasant, carrying a hint of intimacy.
As someone experienced, I understood that his actions were intentional, yet I still felt my heartstrings tugged.
After a month on the job, aside from taking care of his meals meticulously, I felt utterly incompetent in every other aspect.
My poor English left me unable to understand calls from foreign clients, and I had no clue about organizing documents.
I felt somewhat discouraged.
My employment hadn't alleviated Yang Cheng's workload even a little.
Yet Yang Cheng always comforted me:
"Beautiful women have the right to make mistakes and be lazy."
Then, I really made a big mistake.
A client that Yang Cheng had been following for a long time came to the company to sign a contract. As he passed my workstation with his documents, he instructed me:
"Make a pot of tea; President Wang likes Pu'er."
I nodded repeatedly, glad to have something I could do.
When I entered with the tea tray, the plump President Wang was staring at me from head to toe, saying:
"President Yang has good taste; his female subordinate is so beautiful."
His gaze was unabashed, and I felt a wave of discomfort. I accidentally trembled and spilled tea all over the table.
The documents in front of President Wang were soaked, and he exclaimed:
"Beautiful lady, be careful."
I hurriedly apologized.
Yang Cheng frowned and said to me:
"Go out and get the backup documents for President Wang from my desk."
I quickly walked out.
Yang Cheng had a mountain of documents on his desk, all in English, and I couldn't distinguish which was which, so I had to ask Amy next to me for help.
Amy was the most capable female salesperson under Yang Cheng, closely chasing his performance.
She glanced at me disdainfully and casually pointed with her chin, saying, "The one on the right."
There were actually many documents on the right, but Amy had already turned her head away and ignored me.
The dismissive term "useless" reached my ears just then.
I took a deep breath, picked up the rightmost document, and walked into the conference room.
As I placed the document down and was about to turn to leave, I suddenly heard President Wang shout loudly:
"President Yang, what does this mean? I sincerely want to do business with you, yet you treat me like a cash cow? Why is your price for Company XX so much lower than mine?"
Yang Cheng's expression changed dramatically. He stepped forward, grabbed the document from my hands, and shouted at me, "What document did you take?"
I was stunned. Did I really pick up someone else's quotation by mistake?
In the end, the contract was not signed.
As President Wang left, he cursed under his breath, and Yang Cheng's face turned pale.
Feeling disheartened by such a major mistake, I was preparing to resign voluntarily.
Yang Cheng asked to talk after work.
He took me to a charming Italian restaurant located in an old villa in the historic district.
Before I could say anything, he spoke first:
"I'm sorry for raising my voice at you today. Please don't take it personally."
I waved my hand apologetically:
"It's my fault; you were right to criticize me. I know nothing and have caused a lot of trouble for you and the company. I've decided..."
Yang Cheng interrupted me with a wave of his hand and poured me a glass of red wine:
"Don't speak to me like that. When you say 'you,' it makes me feel like an old man."
I quickly shook my head:
"No, that's not what I meant. You're young and accomplished."
Yang Cheng took a small sip from his glass:
"Si Si, are you afraid of me? Why are you always so reserved around me?"
I felt a bit down and took a large gulp from my glass.
How did I not notice my own odd behavior?
In front of men, I have always been carefree and even a bit arrogant, but it was Yang Cheng who made me so cautious for the first time.
Even after years of navigating the dating scene, I still couldn't explain my neurotic behavior.
I put down my glass and said dejectedly, "I can't do anything right. I can't even differentiate the quotes, and I've messed up the contract I've been working on with you for so long. I truly feel sorry."
"Si Si, you know I have feelings for you, right?" Yang Cheng suddenly blurted out.
I looked at him in surprise.
He smiled slightly and said, "I don't believe you can't see it."
Of course, I knew, but his straightforwardness left me a bit flustered. I stammered, "I... you, I'm not sure. I can't figure it out."
"Well, let me tell you. On the day of the interview, I did it on purpose. I knew you weren't the right candidate, but I still wanted to keep you by my side; that was my selfish desire."
Yang Cheng leaned back in his chair, looking calm.
I don't know what to do.
On Yang Cheng's desk, there is a photo of his wife and daughter. His wife is very beautiful and graceful, and his daughter is also quite well-behaved and adorable.
I don't understand what he means by saying that.
"I know you're married, and I have a family too. I have no other intentions; I just hope to spend more time with you. I feel relaxed when I'm with you. You know, in our line of work, the pressure to perform is high, and I'm really exhausted."
As he spoke, he rubbed his forehead with his hand.
Of course, I know that because of my incompetence, he not only has to follow up with clients but also organize all the materials, working late every day. It is indeed very tough.
Thinking of this, I felt very guilty:
" brother Yang, I really can't help you. Why don't you hire another assistant?"
He smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on me:
"As long as you're by my side, I can be full of energy; if I can't see you, not even ten assistants can lift my spirits."
I felt my face flush.
I know that our relationship is dangerous and wrong.
But I believe that when an outstanding man you admire whispers sweet nothings to you, anyone would be defenseless against it.
"But I've lost clients, and I'm afraid I'll make mistakes again in the future."
Yang Cheng found it difficult to talk about a client, and I truly felt guilty and heartbroken.
He shook his head dismissively and said, "When that old pervert was staring at you, I wanted to smash the teapot over his head. It's fine if he doesn't get any business."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
But he became serious and said, "In a while, I'll hire another assistant. At that time, he will handle the business, and you just need to take care of me."
I turned my face away from him, but he took hold of my hand while pouring the wine.
That night, the moonlight was hazy, and so was my heart.
After that day, we developed a tacit understanding. In the office, we maintained a professional demeanor, but after work, we always sought various opportunities to be together.
Holding hands, hugging, kissing—like ordinary lovers, we tried everything.
But we never crossed the line. I steadfastly guarded my heart; no matter how unbearable Liu Jia became or how much I stopped loving him, he was still my husband. He hadn't done anything wrong, and I couldn't betray him.
Yang Cheng often traveled for business. In the past, he usually took his sales team with him, but this time when he went to Japan, he insisted on taking me along.
I hesitated; in a foreign land, with just the two of us—who could guarantee what might happen?
After work, Yang Cheng took me to the riverside. We stood side by side as he tightly wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Si Si, come with me. Have you seen Tokyo Love Story? I've always dreamed of walking through the streets and alleys of Tokyo with my beloved."
Yang Cheng's voice was deep and tempting, making it hard for me to refuse.
"But your beloved is your wife; I'm just the immoral mistress."
I couldn't help but say something that killed the mood.
He turned around and embraced me completely:
"My wife has become very sensitive and suspicious since she stopped working after our marriage. I have to hand over my phone and explain my schedule every day when I get home.
"She has unstable emotions and often vents her frustrations at home. I've been tolerating it for the sake of the children until now."
"But Si Si, I'm really tired. If it weren't for your presence, I often feel like I can't hold on any longer."
I felt an overwhelming sense of pity for the man in front of me and immediately wrapped my arms around him:
"I should have appeared sooner."
He lowered his head and kissed the tears at the corner of my eye:
"At least you showed up in the end."
The trip to Japan was enjoyable and wild.
In the room, there was a large double rocking chair.
I wore a spaghetti strap dress, lying on it and swaying back and forth, smiling charmingly at him.
Yang Cheng couldn't hold back.
He stepped forward, picked me up entirely, and lay down in my place.
Then, holding my hand, his voice filled with temptation said:
"Si Si, kiss me."
I felt as if I were under a spell, obediently leaning against his chest, kissing him passionately.
This kiss was long and intoxicating.
Yang Cheng wrapped his arms around my waist as we lay on the rocking chair, swaying gently.
It felt a bit dizzying, like I had been drinking.
Those days.
During the day, on unfamiliar streets, we held hands and kissed recklessly like all couples in love.
At night, we were like conjoined twins, tightly entangled with each other, lost in our passion.
Those were the happiest days of my 23 years of life.
The person I loved, the dreamy city, the expensive bags and jewelry—Yang Cheng gave me everything I dreamed of.
I completely pushed my daughter, Liu Jia, out of my mind.
After the trip to Japan, Yang Cheng and I fell into a passionate sweet period.
We looked for every opportunity to be together; even when visiting clients in the same city, we would find a hotel to spend some intimate time together.
I couldn't send him WeChat messages or call him after work because his wife was very strict about checking up on him.
But how could I, filled with intense emotions, endure an entire night without hearing from my lover?
I came up with a solution: I registered accounts on two reading apps, added each other as friends, and chatted through those accounts.
Yang Cheng patted my head and praised me:
"Rarely clever this time. My wife only checks WeChat and text messages; she probably won't check this reading account."
From then on, we could chat passionately at night.
I was completely immersed in immense happiness.
However, stolen happiness is always like a bubble, ready to burst at any moment.
My bubble of happiness burst so early.
That day, after our chat, I fell asleep with a smile. We had planned to visit a client in the suburbs the next day and booked a hotel to enjoy some quality time together.
Then, when I woke up the next day, everything had changed.
The phone kept buzzing, and as I yawned and checked the messages, I saw it was from the company group. I wondered who was talking so early.
The message was from Yang Cheng. As I scrolled through, I was stunned:
"Hello everyone, I am Yang Cheng's wife. I apologize for disturbing you all so late. Below are the chat records between Yang Cheng and Miss Gan from your company. Please enjoy."
The screenshots displayed long conversations between Yang Cheng and me, with many explicit words highlighted in red.
I felt dizzy and forced myself to scroll to the end of the conversation:
"Yang Cheng, Gan Sisi, you shameless couple! Did you think about your family and children while you were together? You are utterly disgraceful."
There were no further messages. I checked the WeChat group and found that Yang Cheng had already been kicked out by the group admin.
I held my phone in a panic, unsure whether to call Yang Cheng or discuss it with anyone else. A wave of helplessness washed over me.
Just then, Xiao Zhao called me. She informed me that the company had given me two days off and that I didn't need to come to work for now.
I felt a sense of relief and lay at home in a daze. When Liu Jia asked about my absence, I simply said I wasn't feeling well and needed a couple of days off.
Two days later, I gathered my courage and went to the office. No matter what, I needed to know how Yang Cheng was doing. Was he okay? Had his wife turned their home upside down? I didn't consider how others might look at me; all I could think about was him.
But Yang Cheng wasn't at the office, and there was no one to ask. Everyone avoided me even while walking.
Amy directly criticized me in the office:
"Tsk tsk, what a thick skin! Destroying someone else's family and using your body to climb up—what a foolish person."
I don't even know what I'm being stubborn about, but I just refuse to resign. Every day, I walk in and out of the office with my head held high, yet the company no longer assigns me any work. Everyone in the office avoids me, whispering behind my back. I feel incredibly wronged, but I can't cry.
The company assigned Xiao Zhao to talk to me, hoping I would voluntarily leave. Finally, I had the chance to ask:
"What about him?"
Xiao Zhao sighed and replied:
"He comes with his own clients; the company won't deal with him. He has already been assigned to another city. You shouldn't be like this; it really doesn't benefit you."
I stubbornly held my ground:
"I also want to transfer departments. If I don't resign, I can go to a branch office. If the company can arrange for him, why can't they arrange for me?"
Xiao Zhao looked at me helplessly:
"If you continue to insist, the company will only treat it as a resignation on your part, which won't be good for you. It will be difficult for you to find a job in the future..."
I finally couldn't hold back my tears:
"Why? Why is that? I'm not the only one who made a mistake. Yes, I was wrong, but don't I deserve an explanation?"
"His wife came to the company and pressured them to fire you; otherwise, she would expose everything to the media, claiming that the company is poorly managed and involved in inappropriate relationships. You know how much the company fears such things, so..."
Xiao Zhao glanced around and lowered his voice as he spoke.
My shoulders slumped as I raised my hand to wipe away my tears.
"It was you who helped me back then, and I won't make things difficult for you. In a few days, I will submit my resignation letter."
Xiao Zhao nodded and said, "I will negotiate with the company to secure you an additional two months of salary compensation."
After saying this, she leaned closer and whispered softly, "Yang Cheng's wife is quite formidable. She has threatened to talk to your husband, so keep that in mind."
After thanking her, I left the company and stood on the bustling street, calling Yang Cheng.
"I'm sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service."
My heart seemed to stop as well. I wasn't afraid of being fired or divorcing Liu Jia; I feared only that Yang Cheng was just playing with me.
The repeated message of the disconnected line echoed in my ears, reminding me that I was a complete fool.
The so-called vows of eternal love were merely a romantic illusion within the workplace's unspoken rules, yet I naively imagined it as true love that could withstand anything.
I returned home in a daze and confessed everything to Liu Jia.
Rather than waiting for Yang Cheng's wife to create a scene at my house, I decided to come clean first.
I forced a sad smile at Liu Jia and said, "I'm a promiscuous woman; I deserve this misfortune for being toyed with. I'm sorry for what I've done. Let's get a divorce. If you want our daughter, she can stay with you; if not, I can take her."
Liu Jia sat on the sofa, looking pale and haggard, smoking one cigarette after another in silence.
The next day, when I woke up, there was a letter and three plane tickets on the bedside:
"Si Si, I know marrying me has been a burden for you, but I truly love you. The tickets are to Thailand. If you are willing, I would like to take you and our daughter to Thailand for a trip, so we can let go of the past and start anew."
I held the tickets and cried uncontrollably:
"As a bad woman like me, shouldn't I face retribution?"
After returning from Thailand, I found a stable job that I could handle. Although the salary wasn't high, it was enough for my basic expenses.
I deleted all my former colleagues' WeChat contacts, leaving only Xiao Zhao, who had once helped me.
A year later, Xiao Zhao left me a message:
"Si Si, Mrs. Yang Cheng has divorced him. He is now single and taking care of his daughter; it's quite tough for him."
I sighed inwardly:
It seems that retribution does exist; it just hasn't come at the right time yet.
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